Plot: The son of Pablo Escobar, Cha by "Juan" has changed its name to a ridicolissimo "Sebastian," repent for the sins of the father and meets the children of politicians who were murdered in the year 80/90 for the will, always, of his father. Redemption in Medellin.
See THE drug lord as a father should not be easy. That is like being the son Hitler or what a few months ago he discovered he was the son of Charles Manson. The sins of the fathers are passed on to children? (If you call Piersilvio, as well as well). The moral issue is that there is still a part of a child for 17 years (there are many) has lived in the villa with exotic animals, and the billions the drug, the other are the sons of the assassinated leader. The gap is perhaps too large. But the moment of emotion (even if it is unavoidable to think that someone had carried a gun, so, in the form of precaution). A television documentary well done, without going into great cinema, but who are interested in moments of "archive", with Escobar loving father version (which made quite an impression if you think of his status as a supervillain ): here he gives his son an ice cream. what was in that ice cream, no one knows.
Or maybe he had gone outside a school to sell the figurines drogaine? no apology for the crime, they fall into the trap many of the biopic genre and they fall - even if unintentionally - the raghezzetti that put the sweatshirt Puta Madre falling into the trap of one of the Parioli with hood and shirt factory, but that's another story tristoide . L emotions and denser the documentary gives the show at times when the events in which the murdered leader (Luis Carlos Galan and Rodrigo Lara Bonilla), times when you feel really all the power of the "pueblo unido". That is, English (Latin American but English, not a chant of Madrid) has a "strong" musical REALLY dragging.
Just hours from the streets and demonstrate against everyone and everything . It has the same (and opposite ) German force in the wild Nazi rallies, only that inspired cries of unity, freedom, respect.
Clearly the killing of Escobar has not even scratched a little 'drug trafficking, but this is quite a bit' outside the range of interest of this blog. At the movies I remember Escobar in Blow (which incidentally I have recovered, despite Gionni Deppe and Cruz) and is> But that has nothing to do (in fact, that actor using it more often to make Afghan terrorist). Instead (although there are rumors of a film with Bardem in the role of Escobar and Bale as the one that wants to jail) I want an Escobar biopic, if you really want do do do Alfred Molina, seems born on purpose 
However disrupts the narrative of the construction of La Catedral. Basically at some point Escobar rendition to justice, but on one condition, built himself a prison. So a family that raised you ... the true meaning of "power." In fact, the first side and a contemporary portrait of Escobar to the movies was this:
C & B and drogaina. Here again, two strangers. C & B does not smoke either, not even a pipe to give themselves a voice! Stuff that once went to B & C Amsterdam e si è "fatto le canne" e proprio: niente. Anche quando si è fatto una volta la drogaina polverina ha provato come una strana sensazione difficile da spiegare, tipo: niente. Oddio, po' anche essere che era bicarbonato e fosse tutto un tiro mancino.
Ah no! Aspetta, una volta C&B ha sballato, sì quella volta sì, dice che se non stavano attenti andavo ad abbracciare un mangiafuoco, durante lo spettacolo. Dice. Comunque drogaina brutta, ma solo se te ne fai poca, perché invece se hai i soldi per fartene tanta e per tutta la vita, aivedi come stai in forma. Hai presente Mick Jagger? In short, the only drug cartels that I know this is> And the more that the gap from Medellin, C & B can become the Lord of the store's madeleine: Yum. Good ... I madeleine ... madeleine give me ... madeleine worship ... junkie I am, miss you too anonymous, but cinema, preferably amazing. 
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